You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

When I wake up Frank is still laying in bed with me, the covers having been pulled over us and we are now facing each other, our bodies almost touching as he stares intensely at my face. I slowly open my eyes and stare back, the only sound in the room are our soft breaths and after a few minutes of silent staring Frank raises his hand slowly and gently rests it on my cheek, his thumb gently stroking across the skin across my cheek bone. "I love you" he says softly and I remain silent, unsure of what to say back or where we stand. We continue to stare at each other awkwardly for a few long seconds while I remain silent and Frank starts to frown as he leans in and presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly but my mouth remains closed and unmoving beneath his lips and he soon pulls away and stares into my eyes, frowning further. "Do you love me?" He asks, sounding unsure and a little scared. I remain silent for another few seconds before taking a deep breath and saying "I do, but just because I love you doesn't mean everything is ok or that I forgive you, it doesn't even necessarily mean that we should be together and keep doing this, it just means that I love you and sometimes love hurts and I'm starting to understand what people really mean when they say that." "Gee" Frank says softly, his voice cracking and his lower lip trembles softly and I feel my heart throb painfully. "Frank I can't keep taking this shit from you all the time, it's fucking killing me inside. You need to get your shit together and until then I think we need to take a break. I can't go through another night like I just did. I'll stay here but I'll be sleeping on the couch for now" I tell him, sitting up and as I move to get off the bed Frank sits up too and wraps his arms around my waist. "Gee, please" he sobs out and I turn my head to see his eyes are swollen with tears.

Later that night I go into the bathroom to take a shower before bed and when I step out to dry myself I hear Frank and Ian talking in the hallway. "So you guys broke up?" "No, I don't...I don't know. He said we need a break and he's sleeping on the couch but I won't let him, he can have the bed. I don't want to lose him." "Did you honestly think he would just put up with all the shit you put him through? You fucking had two affairs and then hit him and basically accused him of cheating, what did you think would happen? That he'd just take it and come back for more?" "I know I fucked up Ian and this time it might have gone too far but I love him, I've never felt this way about anyone before, everything is so intense when it comes to him, he lights up my whole world, he's the reason I get out of bed in the morning, I'd fucking die for him." "Give him some time to calm down a little, you put him through fucking hell last night, and then try talking to him, tell him how he makes you feel. He loves you and I really don't think it's over for you two, you just need to stop fucking it up." I can't stand in the bathroom any longer so I open the door and step out into the hallway, both Frank and Ian standing infront of our bedroom door and they both go silent and look my way and I quickly turn and start walking towards the kitchen for a drink when Frank says "Babe" but I ignore him and keep walking. "Gee" he tries again and I turn to look at him, my eyebrows raised, questioning him silently. "You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch." "No, I'll take the couch" I tell him as I turn back and keep walking to the kitchen, biting hard on my bottom lip as I open the fridge.

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